Filthy Crown by Eleanor Aldrick

We’ve spent the rest of the day together as a family. Currently, the kids are splayed out in front of the television while Pen and I take the couch.

A cartoon animation is playing on the big screen, something about a kid who lives underwater and wants to see the outside world. I want to tell him it’s overrated and the safety of the water is so much better, but that’s insane. This is a movie. The kid isn’t real.

It’s clear my current situation is affecting me more than I care to lead on.

“You okay?” Pen whispers, scooting closer to me.

Lifting my arm, I extend it along the back of the couch and behind Pen. “Yes, just a lot on my mind.”

She nods, a small yawn playing on her gorgeous mouth. With the hand that’s directly behind her, I pull her head to my shoulder. “Rest, Princess. It’s been a long day.”

Despite her attitude earlier, she complies. Lowering my lips to the top of her head, I whisper an apology. “I’m sorry.”

She looks up at me, her big honey-colored eyes widening. “Why? I mean, there’s so much to be sorry for.”

Her lip curls up in a smirk, and I can’t help but take my free hand and tickle her ribs. She squeals but tries to muffle it, glancing over at the kids to make sure they haven’t heard.

“Smartass.” I raise a brow, the wide grin on my face letting her know it’s a playful dig. “I’m sorry for everything you’re having to go through now. I promise it won’t always be like this.”

She nods. Her face turning solemn. No more words are said as she lays her head back down and focuses on the movie.

It doesn’t take long for her to fully pass out. Wanting her to get some much needed rest, I place a pillow on my lap and lay her head down, extending her legs so she’s fully laid out. We’re about half way through the movie and I know she’ll get a wicked cramp if she stays in an awkward angle.

Taking a moment of selfish pleasure, I let my eyes roam her body. Soaking in the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast, her beautiful hair. She’s so fucking gorgeous it takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself.

Earlier, I’d mistakenly thought there was nothing stopping me from taking what I wanted. What I needed.

But that was selfish. What about what Pen needs? She’s so damn young. She still has so much life to live. I’d be a fucking monster if I inserted myself, demanding her love and affection.

There’s no doubt that if I let myself have Pen, I’d want all of her, taking everything she had until there was nothing left but me and her. I’d consume every bit of joy and pleasure she could give, only stopping when I’ve taken my last breath.

Pen stirs in her sleep, her hands pushing off the pillow beneath her head and leaving it directly on my lap. To be precise, her cheek is resting directly on my cock.

Fuck.It twitches, the length pushing up against her face, making me swallow back a groan.

God, this isn’t good. I’m about to move her when she starts rubbing her little face in my lap, her partially open mouth absently stroking up and down my length, making my cock painfully harder.

Christ. Visions of Pen taking my dick in her mouth makes the fucker jump up and press against her cheek again, the motion making Pen startle. She turns, so she’s now fully on her back, her face looking up at me with wide eyes.

I give her a sheepish smile and whisper, “Sorry. He can’t help it.”

Her brow raises. “And you? Can you help it?”

I let out a slow breath and shake my head no. No matter how hard I try or what I tell myself is right and fair, I can’t help but want her.

Pen reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and throws it over herself. As soon as her body is covered, she takes my hand and brings it to her exposed stomach. “Prove it. Show me you can’t help it.”

A current of energy zaps between us and I gladly let her skin burn me, accepting the fact that I’m going straight to hell. She’s everything I need, everything I want, and I’ll willingly go up in flames for just a taste.

My open palm travels up her bare stomach, only stopping when my fingers touch the soft underside of her breast.

I suck in a sharp breath when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra, her young supple tits free for me to grope. Pen’s breathing hitches as my hand moves higher, my palm rubbing against her pebbled nipple back and forth.

She lets out a tiny mewl and my dick pulses, wanting inside her. The movement makes her lips curl up into a wicked smirk, one of her hands raising up behind her head so she can stroke me.

I groan as soon as her slender fingers wrap around my jersey clad cock. Not letting her have all the fun, I take her hard little nipple and pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes rolling back in sync with the movement.

Removing my hand, I bring a finger to her mouth and whisper, “Suck.”

She takes me into her mouth, swirling the digit around her tongue, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Fuck, baby.” I slowly pull my finger free, glancing up to make sure the movie is still playing and the kids are occupied.

Once satisfied, I lower my hand back under the covers and return to her perky tits, spreading her moisture on the pebbled flesh. What I’d give for it to be my mouth instead of my fingers, flicking the hard little nubs with my tongue.

“Mine.” My fingers grope her tit to the point of bruising, making Pen choke back a squeal.

This need to have her is all-consuming. The realization that this isn’t a passing craze is made all the more real when a violent urge hits me. I need to take her. Have my way with her.

I’ve desperately tried to stay away, but there’s not much more I can take.

My hands roam her slender body, seeking salvation, freedom from this wicked urge that’s possessed every cell of my being. The only answer, the only way out, is through. I need to have her. Maybe then this monster will be sated.

My hand drops lower and lower, seeking the only thing that’ll feed the beast. It won’t stop until her body is one with mine, melded to the point of unity.

Pen’s body shakes in anticipation as my fingers dip below her waistband, her silent whimpers registering somewhere in the background of this fog I’m in, but I’m too forgone to stop.

A thick digit slides between her slick folds, her pussy bare and primed, ready for licking. Take. Take. Take. The beast calls. Unable to ignore its demands, I press hard against her little pearl, her thighs squeezing my hand with a grip I can’t wait to feel against my hips.

Needing more, I slide two fingers inside her channel, the tightness of her walls constricting against their girth.

Pen tenses, her eyes open wide and mouth hanging open. “Oh. God.” She blinks up at me in wonder.

A small smirk plays on my lips. What I could show this girl… I’d give her the world if she’d let me. Taking my thumb, I stroke her clit, making her buck into my hand.

“You’ll have to stay still if you want to play, Princess.” I stroke her hair with my free hand, all while I continue working her tight pussy.

She’s so wet for me, she’s making tiny squelching noises as I pump in and out of her, the sound making my mouth beg for a taste.

“Open, baby.” I growl while pushing at her inner thigh with my pinky.

“Yes, Daddy,” Pen whispers, and my head immediately flings back, pressing against the couch. She’s killing me.

Punishing her, I pump harder, fucking her hard with my fingers, wishing it were my cock instead. She mewls and my free hand flies to her mouth. I shake my head no while I continue my rough strokes, curving the pads of my fingers so I’m hitting that secret spot inside her.

She closes her eyes, her mouth opening and her teeth sinking into my flesh, the sting of her bite making this so much hotter.

“That’s right, baby. Take it,” I whisper through clenched teeth.

She’s close. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers. Giving her that final push, I take my thumb and press it to her clit.

In that moment, I swear I see heaven in her eyes. She’s opened them wide, her mouth going slack.

My fingers slow, stretching out her pleasure and drawing out every twitch, every spasm her body has to offer. I take it all because it’s mine. It all belongs to me. She belongs to me.

As her body softens in my hold, I know. There is no other woman for me. I’ll wait all eternity if I have to, but this is it. She’s the one.

I’m sick. I’m a sick old man, pacing back and forth in front of his niece’s bedroom.

The entire time we were running through the bedtime routine with the kids, I couldn’t stop thinking about Pen and how her tiny frame writhed beneath me. Like a fiend who’s had a taste, I want more. I want it all.

I keep telling myself that it’ll be just this time. That I’ll let her go after I’ve been sated. I’ll let her live her life, go off to college and fall in love with some stupid prick I’ll no doubt hate.

My fists clench at the thought, my chest vibrating with rage at the vision of her with some other man. A man who isn’t me.

Pressing my head to the door, I let the coolness of the wood clear my head. This is wrong. What I did was wrong. She’s young and impressionable. She doesn’t know what she wants.

I’m about to turn around and head back to the study when her door swings open, a startled look painted on her face.

“Jack.” Her lips are parted, her little tongue poking out and licking at the rosy flesh.

Like a bull seeing a red flag, I charge. My hands go to her rib cage, the fingers gripping around her tightly while I push her back into the room, my lips finding hers and issuing a punishing kiss where I devour her whole.

Fuck right or wrong. I need her. Right. Now.

“Pen, baby. Tell me you don’t want this before I’ve lost all control.” I manage to pry my lips from her enough to look back at her eyes, mine bouncing back and forth between her dark honey orbs.

In the dim light of the room I can see her pupils are blown out, and I only pray it’s because she wants this too.

“Oh, Jack.” Her fingers grip onto my shirt, pushing the material up and off. “It’s about fucking time.”

Her sass, even now, pulls a low chuckle from my lips, but it quickly dies when she drops to her knees and her slender hands fall to my waist.

Big doe eyes look up at me as she licks her lips, she’s waiting as if asking permission, wanting me to take control. My fucking pleasure.

“Take it out and suck,” I growl through clenched teeth, my dick threatening to rip out of my sleep pants.

With no more prompting, my little princess does as she’s told. Her small hand finds me and sets me free in more ways than one.

My eyes never leave her sensual mouth as her pink pouty lips slip over the crown, taking me into her warmth and making me let out a feral noise that comes from deep within. This is where I belong, inside my baby.

I throw my head back and roar, my eyes rolling back as she swirls her tongue around me, one of her hands gripping and gently squeezing my balls.

Fuck. I’m lost. Lost to this woman for as long as she’ll have me.

I’d walk through broken glass and swim through the flames of hell if it meant I could have her. She’s mine, and I’m not giving her up.